Rich Bicep Blessed Bitches                     
By Elder Barry  Erctwo@aol.com
Pretty damn big for girls


RICH BICEP BLESSED BITCHES

(Pretty damn big for girls)

Twenty-year-old Ronald "The Rock" Evans was home for the summer lounging by
the pool flexing his big football player muscles turning himself on as he did
so. The all big-ten, second team all-American offensive tackle stood 6-6 and
weighed well over 300 pounds with biceps easily exceeding 22" of big boy
muscle.

Even weighing in at a smidge over 300 pounds Ronnie was considered to be a bit
too small for an offensive NFL tackle which was his ultimate goal. Ronnie
intended to work out at his home throughout the summer (24/7) intent on
putting on at least thirty maybe even forty additional pounds of muscle.

He had already alerted the family's live-in gourmet chef that he wanted to
load up on carbs and proteins with every meal; extreme weight training coupled
with weight gaining foods should and would do the trick - 350 pounds here I
come.

He had everything he needed right there at the mansion he has called home
since birth. The 20,000 square foot house is situated on a 3/4-acre lot
featuring a 180-foot infinity pool that cascades down to an atrium garden.
Patios surrounded the pool where a 15-foot television monitor could be made to
rise from the ground.

The house itself included seven bedrooms and nine bathrooms spanning three
stories of ultra-modern luxury amenities to gauche to fully enumerate. Suffice
to say the forty-million-dollar abode included a fully equipped professional
exercise and weight room, a facility that has served the extremely well-fit
family perfectly for the last two decades.

From an early age Ronald Evans had led a privileged and charmed life. He was
always the biggest and strongest and richest kid in school. He joyously
intimated and tortured his classmates and on a number of occasions a wimpy
teacher or two. Because of his father's connections and rich guy privilege,
Ronnie had never suffered any consequences.

Currently his parents were enjoying a round the world cruise not to return for
another two months. However, he had expected his teen twin sisters to be here
to welcome him home. He hadn't seen the girls in person but once since school
began; nearly ten months ago. He wasn't much for Facebook but he had seen a
few of their posts and he could see that the girls were maturing nicely.

He pumped up his big biceps as he was want to do. He caressed them proudly
running his fingers over the blue worm like veins that fed his muscles. All
the while he was wondering where his sisters might be ... never suspecting
they might be in the exercise room pumping up and admiring their own biceps.

The twin girls were named after their paternal grandmother who bequeathed the
kids her names, unbecoming as they were. The twins were birthed only moments
apart. The first to arrive earned the name Emmeline while the younger was
named Cordelia.

Emmeline Cordelia Evans the septuagenarian matriarch (read rich) of the family
was happy enough to bequeath not only her somewhat archaic names but her
considerable billion-dollar fortune to the family.

One morning just for fun Emmy and Cordy visited the new health club in the
mall. Ostensibly, the richer than rich narcistic eighteen-year-old twins
pretended they wished to tone and tweak their already lithe and fit bodies a
little ... but more importantly the two exhibitionists wanted to show off and
display their overly developed teen bodies to the fit conscious customers and
the staff.

The twin vixens who stood 5-4 and weighed a scant 110 pounds slipped into
identical clothing; yellow thongs that some would call ass-floss and skimpy
athletic bras that allowed for the display of generous cleavage but did little
to cover their 34-C boobs.

Much to the delight of the club's male members (no pun intended) the girls
were revealing more boobage than seen in a typical vintage Rus Meyer movie,
more muscle than seen at a local girlie fitness contest, and more
whiter-than-white perfectly straight teeth than shown on a 'Smile Direct Club'
TV commercial.

Emmy and Cordy stood side-by-side in front of a full-length mirror which
wasn't difficult. The place was wall-to-wall mirrors; the clients were nothing
if not vain to the nth power. The entitled twins pushed their way in front of
a couple of younger boys. They were cognizant of the fact that they were being
watched, amused by the rapt attention they were garnering, and giddy with
their improving musculature.

The twins were each curling fifty-pound bar-bells in each hand admiring their
pulsating biceps that were growing to proportions approaching thirteen inches
of peaked perfection.

"Hi, sorry to interrupt the show." While Emmy appeared to be annoyed by the
interruption, Cordy smiled broadly admiring the most beautiful girl she had
ever seen in person.

"My name is Diana. I was truly mesmerized by the two of you - it's quite
unusual to see identical twins as beautiful as you two."

"Thank you." Cordy thanked the girl.

"Yes, thank you." Emmy did the same.

"I have a great idea." The twins listened intently to what they agreed was
indeed a truly great idea.

The twins faced each other bar-bells in hand. They began to lift and curl the
weights, squat, crouch, twerk their butts, and torque their bodies all in
precise unition perfectly emulating a mirror image effect. They thumbed their
rich bitch noses at the onlookers ... essentially saying, yeah, we're better
than you.

The genetically blessed teen females collapsed in genuine laughter high fiving
each other with gusto ... The twins had made a new friend and the next day
Diana joined the girls at their home for a day of gourmet meals, some serious
body building exercises, and a blind date with their unsuspecting brother.

The twins were virtually naked vigorously working out alongside their new
friend Diana Peitho Angelos, the only daughter of Ari Angelos the extremely
proud Greek multi-billionaire shipping magnet.

He had named his pride and joy in honor of Diana, the Greek Goddess associated
with the protection of women and the Queen of the Amazons. He bestowed her the
middle name of Peitho in tribute to the Greek Goddess of persuasion and
seduction.

Diana removed her sweat shirt for the first time revealing the most muscular
female body the girls had ever seen. She lifted her arms straight up over her
head, breathed deeply allowing her boobs to expand to their fullest before she
pulled down her shirt allowing her saucer sized areolas to breathe.

"Damn, I thought we were big." Eighteen-year-old Emmy cupped her 36" C-Cup
breasts together displaying just how big she and her sister really were. "But
you ... You ... Oh, my God ... How big are you?"

"Well, I'm eighteen, nearly 5-6, 122 pounds, with 38D breasts, and 14 1/2"
biceps." For the first time Diana flexed her biceps proving she wasn't
exaggerating.

"My brother is going to fall in love with you." Cordy was laughing.

"Don't break is heart." Emmy added.

The three outrageously proportioned teenagers, still wearing their
ultra-revealing outfits, boarded the glass enclosed elevator and descended to
the pool area where big brother was basking in the sunshine.

"Ronnie - Ronnie." The twins were yelling their brother's name while waving
their arms in the air. Their big breasts bounced in unison as did those of
Diana. "We want you to meet our new friend."

"Hi girls." Ronald Evans waved back and immediately rose to his feet
attempting to suppress his burgeoning erection. He couldn't believe how his
sisters had 'matured' and he was mesmerized by their friend's undeniable
pulchritudinous; her face, breasts and biceps. The girl had it all in
abundance.

"I'm Ronnie." He smiled. "Don't believe a word my sister's have said about
me." He smiled some more.

"Okay ... I'm Diana ... and I won't." She smiled back.

Ronald was staring into the most beautiful eyes he had ever stared into.
Diana's eyes were not only mismatched (an extremely rare condition known as
heterochromia) but displayed two separate colors in each eye.

One eye exhibited a starling light sea-green color in the center of its iris
that radiated towards a dark blue-green hue at the edges. The other, was just
as beautiful and even more extraordinary; a seductive deep dark purple in the
center with translucent violet specs seemingly orbiting the iris.

Ronnie The Rock stood silently mesmerized and motionless as if he had been
struck dumb seemingly awaiting instructions from a girl named after the Greek
Goddess of persuasion and seduction.

"Hello ... Earth to Ronald." The twins were amused by their brother's reaction
to Diana but at the same time a little bored by his act. Together they dove
into the pool splashing water on each other frolicking as only twin sister
can.

Hearing his sisters in the pool snapped the big lug out of his stupor and he
did what came naturally to guys. He silently crept to Diana and gently shoved
her into the pool surprised when the 122-pound girl didn't budge an inch.

He was embarrassed, after all his job at Michigan was to violently push,
shove, block, move, and overwhelm huge 300 plus pound men around. How was it
possible for this tiny teen to stifle his efforts to more her? Not to be out
done Ronnie shoved Diana again; this time putting some of his considerable
muscle into it.

Inexplicably the quasi all-American found himself flying head-over-heals into
the pool; first he saw sky then the house and finally the pool water rushing
up to him. He hit the pool water face first finding himself gasping for air.

He swam to the side of the pool, vaulted himself to the pavement, and
approached the laughing Diana.

"That wasn't funny." He stood over her trying to intimidate her with his size.

"Yes ... It was."

Before Ronald could retort he found himself sailing through the air yet again.
This time he saw sky and then water and then sky again and finally pool water
rushing up to engulf him once again. He vaulted himself out the of the pool
and menacingly rushed her only to find himself flying through the air for the
third time.

He approached her for a fourth time, this time in the most docile demeanor
imaginable silently hovering over, dare he even think it, his mistress.

"Girls? Are you hungry?"

"Yeah." The twins responded in unison.

"Grill cheese, okay?" The twins smiled and nodded in unison. "Ronald be a
dear. Go to the kitchen, send the chef home for the day, and make us three
grilled cheese sandwiches with sun-dried marinated tomatoes and artichoke
hearts along with jalapeno chips and six lite beers."

Once her returned with the goodies, Diana sat down at the table and silently
challenged Ronald to an impromptu arm-wrestling match. She put her arm on the
table telepathically compelling him to do the same.

They locked fingers, the twins shouted go, and the match commenced and ended
almost immediately. Diana wasted not a moment slamming his massive hand and
arm down and through the table resulting in fragments of wood cascading to the
deck.

"Nice try." Now, while we eat lunch, I want you to clean up this mess, go to
the gym and build up some muscle, and try not to cry."

The girls ate and laughed and told girlie stories.

"My God." The twins looked at her with a combination of adoration and
reverence. "Diana, you are a true Goddess.

"Yep ... You girls are quick studies."

Diana rose to her feet and flexed her biceps in earnest allowing her biceps to
expand to full Goddess like capacity approaching 40 full inches of Goddess
power.

"If you wish, you girls can join me."

Rich Bicep Blessed Bitches ... 2,000 words ... by the Elder Barry